The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.
Ah, why can't I know if I love, or if I hate?
She wavers, she hesitates; in one word — she is a woman.
I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.
Can a faith that does nothing be called sincere?
The principal rule of art is to please and to move. All the other rules were created to achieve this first one.